Sunday Evening

I have been asked to return to blogging.
Er, why?

Dunno. Here I am, blogging.

I wasn't well and I didn't think I would be here sitting in my day-chair, blogging, and thinking how skimmed milk is not much fun. I could use it for milkshake.

Today I went to church, I didn't enjoy it, I don't make any pretence of enjoying church when I don't, it just dragged, so by the end I was just wanting to escape, which is sad as there was a church lunch, but I have learned the hard way, that if I tense up, if I am having flashbacks, if I am silently screaming to escape, it's best if I do.
I had plenty of food at home anyway, and so I did food, tidied up, went for a short walk. Had a bath.

It's a pity about church, last week we had a lovely time, 3 baptisms, two in the morning, one in the afternoon, but today was tedious, which is a pity as it is Pentecost.

The flat is tidy, I have food, and flowers :) and I am creakily pottering about. Nice messages from people asking if they can help.

Still not keen on writing because the pressure as I wait to be destroyed makes it all worthless.